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Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
#JRRTolkien (1937) #poetry #poem
Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
#JRRTolkien (1937) #poetry #poem
November 12, 2024 at 6:21 PM
Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
#JRRTolkien (1937) #poetry #poem
Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
#JRRTolkien (1937) #poetry #poem
I love the fitful gust that shakes
The casement all the day,
And from the glossy elm tree takes
The faded leaves away,
Twirling them by the window pane
With thousand others down the lane.
#JohnClare (~1832) #poetry #poem
The casement all the day,
And from the glossy elm tree takes
The faded leaves away,
Twirling them by the window pane
With thousand others down the lane.
#JohnClare (~1832) #poetry #poem
November 11, 2024 at 7:05 PM
I love the fitful gust that shakes
The casement all the day,
And from the glossy elm tree takes
The faded leaves away,
Twirling them by the window pane
With thousand others down the lane.
#JohnClare (~1832) #poetry #poem
The casement all the day,
And from the glossy elm tree takes
The faded leaves away,
Twirling them by the window pane
With thousand others down the lane.
#JohnClare (~1832) #poetry #poem
Some time when the river is ice ask me
mistakes I have made. Ask me whether
what I have done is my life. Others
have come in their slow way into
my thought, and some have tried to help
or to hurt: ask me what difference
their strongest love or hate has made.
#WilliamStafford (1998) #poetry #poem
mistakes I have made. Ask me whether
what I have done is my life. Others
have come in their slow way into
my thought, and some have tried to help
or to hurt: ask me what difference
their strongest love or hate has made.
#WilliamStafford (1998) #poetry #poem
November 8, 2024 at 5:25 PM
Some time when the river is ice ask me
mistakes I have made. Ask me whether
what I have done is my life. Others
have come in their slow way into
my thought, and some have tried to help
or to hurt: ask me what difference
their strongest love or hate has made.
#WilliamStafford (1998) #poetry #poem
mistakes I have made. Ask me whether
what I have done is my life. Others
have come in their slow way into
my thought, and some have tried to help
or to hurt: ask me what difference
their strongest love or hate has made.
#WilliamStafford (1998) #poetry #poem
Thou who stealest fire,
From the fountains of the past,
To glorify the present, oh, haste,
Visit my low desire!
Strengthen me, enlighten me!
I faint in this obscurity,
Thou dewy dawn of memory.
#AlfredLordTennyson (1830) #poetry #poem
From the fountains of the past,
To glorify the present, oh, haste,
Visit my low desire!
Strengthen me, enlighten me!
I faint in this obscurity,
Thou dewy dawn of memory.
#AlfredLordTennyson (1830) #poetry #poem
November 7, 2024 at 6:21 PM
Thou who stealest fire,
From the fountains of the past,
To glorify the present, oh, haste,
Visit my low desire!
Strengthen me, enlighten me!
I faint in this obscurity,
Thou dewy dawn of memory.
#AlfredLordTennyson (1830) #poetry #poem
From the fountains of the past,
To glorify the present, oh, haste,
Visit my low desire!
Strengthen me, enlighten me!
I faint in this obscurity,
Thou dewy dawn of memory.
#AlfredLordTennyson (1830) #poetry #poem
To go in the dark with a light is to know the light.
To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight,
and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings,
and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings.
#WendellBerry (1970) #poetry #poem
To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight,
and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings,
and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings.
#WendellBerry (1970) #poetry #poem
November 5, 2024 at 8:34 PM
To go in the dark with a light is to know the light.
To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight,
and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings,
and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings.
#WendellBerry (1970) #poetry #poem
To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight,
and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings,
and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings.
#WendellBerry (1970) #poetry #poem
O soft embalmer of the still midnight,
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine
#JohnKeats (1819) #poetry #poem
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine
#JohnKeats (1819) #poetry #poem
November 4, 2024 at 6:17 PM
O soft embalmer of the still midnight,
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine
#JohnKeats (1819) #poetry #poem
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine
#JohnKeats (1819) #poetry #poem
On that stormy night
a top branch broke off
on the biggest tree in my garden.
It's still up there. Though its leaves
are withered black among the green
the living branches
won't let it fall.
#NormanMacCaig (1969) #poetry #poem
a top branch broke off
on the biggest tree in my garden.
It's still up there. Though its leaves
are withered black among the green
the living branches
won't let it fall.
#NormanMacCaig (1969) #poetry #poem
November 1, 2024 at 6:04 PM
On that stormy night
a top branch broke off
on the biggest tree in my garden.
It's still up there. Though its leaves
are withered black among the green
the living branches
won't let it fall.
#NormanMacCaig (1969) #poetry #poem
a top branch broke off
on the biggest tree in my garden.
It's still up there. Though its leaves
are withered black among the green
the living branches
won't let it fall.
#NormanMacCaig (1969) #poetry #poem
It is enough
To smell, to crumble the dark earth,
While the robin sings over again
Sad songs of Autumn mirth.
#EdwardThomas (1914) #poetry #poem
To smell, to crumble the dark earth,
While the robin sings over again
Sad songs of Autumn mirth.
#EdwardThomas (1914) #poetry #poem
October 31, 2024 at 5:39 PM
It is enough
To smell, to crumble the dark earth,
While the robin sings over again
Sad songs of Autumn mirth.
#EdwardThomas (1914) #poetry #poem
To smell, to crumble the dark earth,
While the robin sings over again
Sad songs of Autumn mirth.
#EdwardThomas (1914) #poetry #poem
As long as you’re dancing, you can
break the rules.
Sometimes breaking the rules is just
extending the rules.
Sometimes there are no rules.
#MaryOliver (2012) #poetry #poem
break the rules.
Sometimes breaking the rules is just
extending the rules.
Sometimes there are no rules.
#MaryOliver (2012) #poetry #poem
October 30, 2024 at 4:16 PM
As long as you’re dancing, you can
break the rules.
Sometimes breaking the rules is just
extending the rules.
Sometimes there are no rules.
#MaryOliver (2012) #poetry #poem
break the rules.
Sometimes breaking the rules is just
extending the rules.
Sometimes there are no rules.
#MaryOliver (2012) #poetry #poem
Though bleak these woods, and damp the ground
With fallen leaves so thickly strown,
And cold the wind that wanders round
With wild and melancholy moan;
1/2
#AnneBrontë (1843) #poetry #poem
With fallen leaves so thickly strown,
And cold the wind that wanders round
With wild and melancholy moan;
1/2
#AnneBrontë (1843) #poetry #poem
October 29, 2024 at 5:46 PM
Though bleak these woods, and damp the ground
With fallen leaves so thickly strown,
And cold the wind that wanders round
With wild and melancholy moan;
1/2
#AnneBrontë (1843) #poetry #poem
With fallen leaves so thickly strown,
And cold the wind that wanders round
With wild and melancholy moan;
1/2
#AnneBrontë (1843) #poetry #poem
Our lives, most dear, are never near,
Our thoughts are never far apart,
Though all that draws us heart to heart
Seems fainter now and now more clear.
To-night Love claims his full control,
And with desire and with regret
My soul this hour has drawn your soul
A little nearer yet.
#poetry #poem
Our thoughts are never far apart,
Though all that draws us heart to heart
Seems fainter now and now more clear.
To-night Love claims his full control,
And with desire and with regret
My soul this hour has drawn your soul
A little nearer yet.
#poetry #poem
October 28, 2024 at 6:06 PM
I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
#PaulLaurenceDunbar (1899) #poetry #poem
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
#PaulLaurenceDunbar (1899) #poetry #poem
October 23, 2024 at 7:38 PM
I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
#PaulLaurenceDunbar (1899) #poetry #poem
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
#PaulLaurenceDunbar (1899) #poetry #poem
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
#JohnDonne (~1610) #poetry #poem
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
#JohnDonne (~1610) #poetry #poem
October 22, 2024 at 5:22 PM
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
#JohnDonne (~1610) #poetry #poem
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
#JohnDonne (~1610) #poetry #poem
But he grew old—
This knight so bold—
And o’er his heart a shadow—
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.
#EdgarAllanPoe (1849) #poetry #poem
This knight so bold—
And o’er his heart a shadow—
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.
#EdgarAllanPoe (1849) #poetry #poem
October 21, 2024 at 6:53 PM
But he grew old—
This knight so bold—
And o’er his heart a shadow—
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.
#EdgarAllanPoe (1849) #poetry #poem
This knight so bold—
And o’er his heart a shadow—
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.
#EdgarAllanPoe (1849) #poetry #poem
Every day is a fresh beginning,
Listen my soul to the glad refrain.
And, spite of old sorrows
And older sinning,
Troubles forecasted
And possible pain,
Take heart with the day and begin again.
#SusanCoolidge (1889) #poem #poetry
Listen my soul to the glad refrain.
And, spite of old sorrows
And older sinning,
Troubles forecasted
And possible pain,
Take heart with the day and begin again.
#SusanCoolidge (1889) #poem #poetry
October 16, 2024 at 5:50 PM
Every day is a fresh beginning,
Listen my soul to the glad refrain.
And, spite of old sorrows
And older sinning,
Troubles forecasted
And possible pain,
Take heart with the day and begin again.
#SusanCoolidge (1889) #poem #poetry
Listen my soul to the glad refrain.
And, spite of old sorrows
And older sinning,
Troubles forecasted
And possible pain,
Take heart with the day and begin again.
#SusanCoolidge (1889) #poem #poetry
All day we have plied the oar; all day
Eager and keen have said our say
On life and death, on love and art,
On good or ill at Nature's heart.
Now, grown so tired, we scarce can lift
The lazy oars, but onward drift.
And the silence is only stirred
Here and there by a broken word.
#AmyLevy #poetry
Eager and keen have said our say
On life and death, on love and art,
On good or ill at Nature's heart.
Now, grown so tired, we scarce can lift
The lazy oars, but onward drift.
And the silence is only stirred
Here and there by a broken word.
#AmyLevy #poetry
October 15, 2024 at 2:50 PM
I’ll just leave you with this.
I don’t care how many angels can
dance on the head of a pin. It’s
enough to know that for some people
they exist, and that they dance.
#MaryOliver (2014) #poem #poetry
I don’t care how many angels can
dance on the head of a pin. It’s
enough to know that for some people
they exist, and that they dance.
#MaryOliver (2014) #poem #poetry
October 11, 2024 at 5:52 PM
I’ll just leave you with this.
I don’t care how many angels can
dance on the head of a pin. It’s
enough to know that for some people
they exist, and that they dance.
#MaryOliver (2014) #poem #poetry
I don’t care how many angels can
dance on the head of a pin. It’s
enough to know that for some people
they exist, and that they dance.
#MaryOliver (2014) #poem #poetry
Life, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
#CharlotteBrontë (1846) #poem #poetry
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
#CharlotteBrontë (1846) #poem #poetry
October 10, 2024 at 5:37 PM
Life, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
#CharlotteBrontë (1846) #poem #poetry
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
#CharlotteBrontë (1846) #poem #poetry
I said to downcast eyes—
Look up; accept surprise
Which waits, all welcomings.
I said to shuttered ears—
Heed how earth music nears
On wonder's wind-swept strings.
#SiegfriedSassoon (1968) #poem #poetry
Look up; accept surprise
Which waits, all welcomings.
I said to shuttered ears—
Heed how earth music nears
On wonder's wind-swept strings.
#SiegfriedSassoon (1968) #poem #poetry
October 9, 2024 at 6:07 PM
I said to downcast eyes—
Look up; accept surprise
Which waits, all welcomings.
I said to shuttered ears—
Heed how earth music nears
On wonder's wind-swept strings.
#SiegfriedSassoon (1968) #poem #poetry
Look up; accept surprise
Which waits, all welcomings.
I said to shuttered ears—
Heed how earth music nears
On wonder's wind-swept strings.
#SiegfriedSassoon (1968) #poem #poetry
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October 4, 2024 at 7:47 PM
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How happy is the little rock
That rambles in the Road alone
And does'nt care about Careers
And Exigencies never fears --
#EmilyDickinson (1891) #poem #poetry
That rambles in the Road alone
And does'nt care about Careers
And Exigencies never fears --
#EmilyDickinson (1891) #poem #poetry
October 4, 2024 at 7:12 PM
How happy is the little rock
That rambles in the Road alone
And does'nt care about Careers
And Exigencies never fears --
#EmilyDickinson (1891) #poem #poetry
That rambles in the Road alone
And does'nt care about Careers
And Exigencies never fears --
#EmilyDickinson (1891) #poem #poetry